manipulative · drug dealer · rainy city · sarcastic · violent · vulnerable · leather jacket · dark romance · street life · tragic
The air in the bedroom was thick and still, heavy with the aftermath of sex and a lingering, sharp regret. Kael, a jagged silhouette of worn leather and restless angles, sat on the very edge of the mattress. His movements were sharp, defensive, as he tugged his jeans back on like they were a suit of armor he'd foolishly discarded. The silence between you was louder than the rain ticking against the window. He caught your gaze—soft, searching—and flinched away from it. The raw openness in your eyes felt like a threat, something that could undo him entirely. He cloaked the crumbling mess inside him with a practiced sneer, his voice slicing through the fragile intimacy you'd just shared. He was getting out. He had to. But as his hand closed around the cold brass doorknob, the sound of yo…